You Know You Are A Doggie Daddy If...

You know you are a Doggie Daddy if buy a dozen stuffed animals at the Thrift Store so your babies have toys to play with.

(Before you leave a comment, please know I throughly inspect all stuffed animals for any pieces that might dangerous to the health of my dogs, and either remove the item(s), or discard the toy. Thank you.)

Old Walk Photography with Angel and Jackie

When we decided a couple of weeks ago that The New Walk was a less relaxing experience than The Old Walk, and therefore returned to it, I remembered, dear reader, that I had not ever really taken you along The Old Walk path in pictures the way I recently have with The New Walk. So this week The Adventures of Angel and Jacqueline will feature photographs along The Old Walk path, with hopefully some loose storytelling involving our favorite little pair of doggies along the way.

This is the beginning of the path that runs along the barranca. As you can see, it is very lush compared to the New Walk where the new vegetation has yet to really take hold. I think Angel and Jacqueline find a lot of interesting things here to sniff out. This is the beginning of the path that runs THROUGH the barranca. It is even lusher than the path that runs parallel to it. The dogs really love it down there, but most of the trees in the barranca are eucalyptus trees. If you have ever walked through the dead leaves of eucalyptus trees like these, then you know you will end up with shoes that smell as if a male cat marked them. We don't go down this way much. On the rare occasion when we do walk down by the barranca, there are many opportunities from some great photography. Once we leave the area around the barranca, we find ourselves on a fairly busy street, but that doesn't deter Angel from looking for hidden treasures. He looks so happy because he is on his walk, AND he found a hidden treasure. Jackie also likes to root around for hidden treasures, but what she does best is to stand around and look pretty. I was a bit disappointed in how this picture turned out. I am not the best photographer on the planet, and so I have yet to master taking a good photograph of a black little doggie with a white little doggie in the same frame. Either one turns out too dark, or the other too white.

OK, so there wasn't much of a story this time around, but hey, you got to se a few pics of a couple of cute little dogs, right? That's pretty much all I can do I guess, so I hope it's enough to bring you back next week when we further explore The Adventures of Angel and Jacqueline.

Also, don't forget to check out the Carnival of the Dogs at Mickey's Musings, and the Friday Ark at The Modulator for more interesting animals.

The 4.8 Billion Mile Dollar

Last year I stuck this dollar…

behind the upper right corner of this sign…

The sign is along The Old Walk that Angel, Jacqueline and I frequent, and when we passed by the sign during our walk yesterday I looked behind the sign and found the dollar still there.

Until I collected it, the dollar hadn’t moved from that spot for an entire year, but given that:

The orbital speed of our solar system is 781,200 km/h or 485,415.17 m/h

The average orbital speed of our Earth around the sun is 107,218 km/h or 66,622.17 m/hr

The rotational velocity of the Earth where I am is 1383.55 km/h or 859.7 m/hr

Then (485,415.17m/hr + 66,622.17m/hr + 859.7m/hr) * 8760 hr/yr = 4,843,378,158 miles.

My dollar, by going nowhere, traveled 4.8 billion miles last year.

Thank GOD I didn’t lease it.

Separated at Birth?

I was perusing the Web the other day, and ran across this page. It's a page from a pooch rescue outfit in Canberra, Australia called ACT Rescue and Foster (ARF) Inc., but what makes this particular page of great interest is the inclusion of these two pictures...

Amazing coincidence?

Or separated at birth.

You decide.

Tres Gatas (Three Kittys)

Last night the three cats of the house were all congregated in the living room. Albeit in different places, and spread out quite far from one another. Still, it made for a photo-op that would result in today's entry...

Ebby guards the stairs, and the Haunted Mansion. Salem relaxes for a while on Jacqueline and Angel's pillow. She can get away with it because the two dogs have respect for her age. Finally Thalia enjoys her time on the sheepskin throw without being facedown in it.

That was pretty much all they would allow as far as picture taking went that night. They are all Divas, after all.

More cats can be found at the Friday Ark at The Modulator, and the Carnival of the Cats this Sunday.

Angel and Jacqueline's Last Walk at the New Park

The New Park where Angel, Jacqueline, and I have been taking our afternoon walk has become rife with riff-raff.

In the beginning it was a pleasurable place where few people would go, but now the New Park has become tainted by the presence of too many people, many of them out for a walk with their own pets. And this just won't do.

It's not that I am antisocial. Well, at least not that antisocial. The problem lies in Angel. Angel has this problem, this phobia, really, of other living things coming up from behind him. Unless it is his little sister Jacqueline or myself, he can't stand it. When other folks do come up from behind, and when Angel discovers that they have, he stops dead in his tracks, and puts the whole of his twenty pounds against his four heels in defiance of further progression, and quite literally refuses to move. In our early excursions to the New Park we infrequently ran into this problem, but with the park's increasing population comes increasing numbers of people behind us, until we finally reached the point where there is always someone behind us.

This phobia that possesses my poor little boy can be embarrassing for me because other people have their own phobias, and large men with small dogs standing by the wayside confuses and frightens more people than you would think. And in my clumsy attempt to diffuse people's fear and confusion, I find myself offering cheap excuses as they pass explaining why we were seemingly waiting for them to catch-up.

While it's true that most of the same people we see on a daily basis have come to understand our little troop's idiosyncrasies, everyday there are new people discovering our once secluded little New Park. I tire of explaining Angel's refusal to move, I cringe when small children assume Jacqueline is a toy, and I shudder when the both of them bark at dogs five times their collective size.

Therefore walking at the New Park has become more of a burden than a joy, and we will be returning to the Old Path where encounters with people and other animals are few, and crossing busy streets is not part of the program. With that, let me offer this week's installment of the Adventures of Angel and Jacqueline...

If you are thinking this doesn't look like either Angel OR Jacqueline, you are right. This is what's left of a gas powered, remote controlled airplane. It's important to today's entry because I had hoped to get more pictures of it while it was still airborne, but sadly it crashed, presumably killing all aboard. What makes it even more interesting, however, is that Jacqueline saw the man who owned it, launch it, and she was able to connect the man to the control of his airplane. After the guy launched his plane Jacqueline watched, in fixed fascination, the plane fly through the air from her abbreviated vantage point. (She stands maybe six inches high.) More than that, she would look at the man controlling it, and then back up at the plane! I am NOT pulling your leg. We had to stand there a good ten minutes while she watched this whole spectacle. If I tried to get her to move along, she would resist, and go from watching the man, to watching the plane. If she lost track of the plane, she would look at the sky until she spotted it. It was really quite amazing to witness. This is Jackie as she watches the man controlling the plane. I had hoped to take a series of photographs showing her looking first at the man, then the plane, then back at the man again, but you wouldn't believe how difficult it is to take decent pictures while trying to control two small dogs on their leashes. Angel wasn't nearly as impressed with the airplane as Jackie was. After the crash, we rushed to be the first on the grisly scene. Once the plane was grounded, we went on about our walk, which included Angel's amusing impression of a cow in a pasture. Jackie enjoys one last wildflower. I guess I will miss looking at the flowers along the pathway of The New Park… …and the places where those flowers live…

But, when we went on our walk yesterday on the Old Path in our neighborhood I found it oddly deserted, and serene. There's a lot more for little doggies to explore and sniff along the Old Path, and it is a bit more pleasing on the eyes, so it all turns out well in the end.

At least we don't have to worry about being hit by low flying planes.

Check in next week for a new chapter in The Adventures of Angel and Jacqueline. And don't forget to check out the Carnival of the Dogs at Mickey's Musings, and the Friday Ark at The Modulator for more interesting animals.

Jackie and Angel Find the End of the Rainbow

I thought I would have an early, special edition of The Adventures of Angel and Jacqueline because we had a unique walk the other day, and the photographs that go with it don't really feature our two heroes, but rather elements of that walk.

During our walk over the past weekend we once again found ourselves in the middle of a small rainstorm. There had been a bit of rain earlier that day, but by that afternoon it hadn't rained for quite a while, and it looked as if the weather would hold out long enough for us to take our walk. We got through perhaps three quarters of our walk when suddenly we ran into a small set of clouds that let loose with their cargo. At first it was just a misting, but soon it became a little more than a sprinkle, and a little less than a full-on rain. As a result we ended up fairly wet.

We had no place to go this time because the new park has no large trees for protection, and we were far away from any of the buildings. The only thing I could do was scoop up Jackie, and lead Angel briskly along. The rogue clouds that rained on us were moving sort of quickly across the sky, so I looked up to see if they would be passing us up any time soon. And that is when we saw this....

Yup, a rainbow, and not just any rainbow, but a rainbow so close to us that I couldn't fit it into the frame. I took three of the pictures I took of it and slapped them together in Photoshop so that you could get an idea of how beautiful it was. These pictures obviously don't do it justice, but I have included more so that you can get a better look. (By the way, you can click on these pictures and see a bigger version of them. I don't know why I never tell you that.) These next three are the originals I used to make the composite. This is the first one... the second one.... and the third one.... I was sitting on a bench holding both leashes when I snapped these pictures, and from my vantage point it appeared that the rainbow ended right on this house. This thumbnail doesn't show it as well as the bigger picture. Click on the thumbnail to get a better view. This is the other end. From the two landmarks, (This building and the house at the other end,) I figured the rainbow stretched about as far as the diameter of the pathway. Although the pathway we walk at the park isn't a true circle, lets for the sake of this post assume it is. The circumference of the pathway is about one and a quarter miles. That means it is about 6600 feet long. Dividing 6600 by pi we get approximately 2100 feet as the diameter of the pathway, so that is how far our rainbow traveled. That also means it was about 1050 feet high. (Leave it to me to ruin a beautiful gift from nature by breaking it down mathematically.)

So that was our wonderful walk with a rainbow. And just so I don't start getting tons of angry e-mail hating on the fact that there were no pictures of our beloved Angel and Jacqueline in this entry, here is the only picture I was able to take of them that whole day.

They were a little mad that I took so many pictures of the rainbow.

Tomorrow will include our normal, weekly entry of The Adventures of Angel and Jacqueline. Don't forget to check out the Carnival of the Dogs at Mickey's Musings, and the Friday Ark at The Modulator for more interesting animals.

WHEW!!

I spent a GREAT deal of time cleaning up the backend here at Athenamama. Comment and trackback spammers were having a grand ol' time slamming the site, so I deleted all their bullsh*t, and closed the comments and trackbacks for nearly all the older entries. That should give my e-mail box a breather as well.

I know many, MANY people find themselves lost in the archives while reading all the enthralling articles of the past. If you are one of those people and you discover an old post that is truly fascinating, (which there are many,) and you would like to comment on it, just write me a quick note and send it off to my name at this site. I would very much appreciate it. Oh, and be sure to let me know what the title is of the post you are talking about otherwise I might think you’re a crackpot or something.

Thanks.

You Know You Are A Doggie Daddy If...

You know you are a Doggie Daddy if your wife doesn't question the black hair on your collar because she knows it came from your long hair chihuahua.

Nuclear Funnies

I was doing a little house cleaning here at Athenamama, and ran across this old post. It made me laugh, so I am posting it again...

Two atoms walk into a bar, the first atom says to the second, “Hey, I lost an electron”. The second atom says, “Really? Are you sure?” Then the first atom says, “Yeah! I’m positive!!!”

I love silly jokes.

Thalia's Breakfast?

Thalia was hovering around this morning's breakfast activities, but she usually does anyway so I didn't think much of it. She tried to steal a bit of Angel's food as well, but there again that isn't all that unusual. But when I waved her off Angel's bowl, she leaped onto my shoulders, and then above the kitchen cabinets...

She looks down on me with a bit of contempt, but I still don't really know why she is acting so strangely. Thalia maneuvers around a few rolls of paper towels, but where could she be heading? It was a bit of a perilous trip, but she seems focused on what she is doing. So that's it; kitty food and tequila. The breakfast of champions.

Don't worry, Thalia really hasn't got a drinking problem. The whole scene was contrived because I had nothing else to post about involving Thalia. Sorry.

More cats can be found at the Friday Ark at The Modulator, and the Carnival of the Cats this Sunday.

Breakfast with Angel and Jacqueline

This morning I was all stressed out because I didn't have a topic for today's entry for the Adventures of Angel and Jacqueline, and then it hit me. I will write about our morning routine! (Hey, Jackie and Angel were there, I was there, and the camera was there, it seemed like a good idea at the time.)

A typical workday morning usually starts out with daddy, (me,) getting up just before 5am. When I return from the shower, dressed and ready for my day, I take Angel downstairs first with me. While he waits I get the coffee going, brush my hair, and then go back upstairs to kiss my wife goodbye, and retrieve Jacqueline.

Once we are all downstairs, we head outside so Angel and Jackie can go potty, and daddy can get the morning paper from the vending machine on the corner. When we return home, it's time for breakfast...

The crew waiting for their breakfast. Thalia has her own food, but likes the whole breakfast production. Breakfast is served. Angel's bowl is the light brown one. That's his skin meds there towards the bottom of the picture. Jackie's is the black bowl. The coffee is mine. Thalia tries to sneak a piece of Angel's food. Lucky for her he can't get up on the counter. Come to think of it, she's not supposed to be up there either. Angel's style of eating is much like that of a backhoe, on steroids. The boy inhales is food almost as if he thinks he will never get to eat ever again, and someone is right there ready to steal what he has. Jackie is more lady like, and has her breakfast next to her papa while he reads the paper and drinks his coffee. Otherwise Angel shows up and tries to persuade her the food is his. Silly dogs.

And so that is breakfast with Angel and Jacqueline. Join us next week for more thrilling adventures with Angel and Jacqueline. Until then be sure to check out the Carnival of the Dogs at Mickey's Musings, and the Friday Ark at The Modulator for more interesting animals.

You Know You Are A Doggie Daddy If...

You know you are a Doggie Daddy if you discover Mutt Mitts in the pocket of your trousers while in a meeting at work.

Trader Joe's and the Nefarious Shopping Cart Conspiracy

I HATE shopping at Trader Joe’s. It seems each and every time I shop at ANY Trader Joe’s, no matter where I am inside the store I end up in front of a product that someone needs, and if I move, I move right in front of another product some other person needs.

When I am not loitering in front of the product aisles, I am reaching around people oblivious to my existence. And even though I am seemingly invisible to these people they are still able to somehow act as moving blockades, effectively preventing any access to any item I might wish to purchase. It’s just uncanny.

But that is only partially why I don’t like shopping at Trader Joe’s. The biggest horror at Trader Joe’s is not the odd way shoppers seem to engage in some unconscious game of keep away with each other, nor is it the mysterious, occasional ringing of a ship’s bell, or even the hyperactive employee’s garish Hawaiian shirts. What really disturbs me is the company’s covert involvement in some sort of national conspiracy to weaken, and even permanently damage the consumer’s spine. And they are accomplishing this with perhaps the most innocuous, yet vital of all grocery store paraphernalia.

The shopping cart.

In almost every manner of store these days, from the big-box brobdingnagians such as Wal-Mart, to the smaller “drug stores” like Longs, there still exists a variation of the traditional shopping cart. Little has changed in the basic design of the shopping cart over the years. In fact, I think the only significant change has been that of the actual “basket” part of it, which is now largely made out of plastic.

In the old days the shopping cart was constructed almost entirely out of heavy, stainless steel. Most likely the use of steel was out of necessity since car doors of the time were also made of steel, and were much tougher to scratch and/or dent. But now, most cars are made of composite plastics, and shopping carts can do as much damage with less weight and lower cost by being made of plastic. Fortunately for the consumer the lighter cart has the unanticipated virtue of being easier to maneuver through the narrow aisles of today’s modern grocery store.

But other than the plastic basket, no other change to the shopping cart has been required. Except for the only real defect in the design, the wobbly wheel, (which is still decades away from being completely eliminated,) the shopping cart is one of the few inventions of our time that was actually conceived to near perfection from the get go.

However, Trader Joe’s has taken the simple, classical American design of the shopping cart and made it a device of torture and destruction. Through what could only be wrought from sheer evil treachery, Trader Joe’s has developed a spine mangling shopping cart by changing only one aspect of it. All four wheels of the Trader Joe’s shopping cart swivel.

The standard shopping cart has swiveling wheels only at the front of the cart. This allows the user to easily turn the cart by swinging the front of it in the direction they wish to go. The rear wheels are fixed in place, which provides a pivot point that is essential for a smooth, controlled turning maneuver.

The Trader Joe’s quad-swivel cart results in an unwieldy bastardization that is almost impossible to control. Without a pivot point against which to leverage the rear of the cart, the person using it is forced to twist the cart at it’s center, struggling to turn it in the direction they wish to go. Worse, once the cart increases in load, the amount of strength it takes to complete any maneuver increases exponentially.

In my case, wrestling with a Trader Joe’s shopping cart is a sure precursor for back spasms. After pushing around one of these carts for a half an hour or so, my back tightens up like a rubber band in a toy airplane, and pulls my vertebrae into positions Daniel Browning Smith would find painful. After an outing to Trader Joe’s I often find myself laying on my bed at home while my wife puts away whatever groceries we purchased, hoping she picked up a cheap bottle of wine while we were there.

Perhaps one day the correlation between back injuries and the Trader Joe’s shopping cart will be discovered. Perhaps then some hot-shot, young lawyer looking to make a name for himself will file a class action lawsuit against Trader Joe’s, and in the process save the public from certain injury and disfigurement. Until then I suggest you do not shop at Trader Joe’s. But if you must shop there, do yourself and your spine a big favor, and purchase only the amount of stuff you can carry comfortably in your arms, or find some other store’s cart in the parking lot, but DO NOT use one of Trader Joe’s! We must not let Trader Joe’s succeed in their wicked plot to destroy the human spine.

My Trip to the Thrift Store

I love the thrift store. For my wife and I, a trip to the thrift stores on Main Street in Ventura is a perfect way to spend a Saturday afternoon. It’s like a treasure hunt for us as my wife looks for bargains in the clothing section, and I search through the secondhand electronics, books, and knick-knacks for stuff I didn't even know I needed until I found it there on the thrift store shelves. We can easily spend half a day rummaging through stuff other folks thought worthless enough to give away.

Last Saturday we made an abbreviated trip to only one of the downtown thrift stores. It was sort of an afterthought later in the day, so we didn’t have much time before they all closed. We chose to visit our favorite store, and once inside split up as we usually do to begin our independent searches. My wife made her usual beeline for the clothes, and I made mine for the electronics.

I felt even before I entered the store that I was being called to by some abandoned, forsaken piece of equipment left to languish on the back of some lonely shelf. I could hear it’s almost inaudible cries inside my head as it called to me with a soulful murmuring that only I could hear.

When I reached the back of the store, I walked down the electronics aisle where old computers, stereo sets, DVD players, and VCRs have gone to hopefully one day find a new owner who will give them love, and a tight wall socket from which to draw a warm meal of alternating electrons. It’s almost like an animal shelter, except it’s for electronics.

As I walked down the aisle, out of the corner of my eye I spotted a lone, little VCR stuffed behind a behemoth of a word processor on the bottom shelf. I bent down and pulled it the rest of the way out and discovered that what I had found was a Panasonic portable top loading VCR! It’s the old type of VCR with a separate tuner, which had to be programmed before it would pick up the 12 local stations.

I was delighted.

I plugged my new find into a handy wall socket, and pushed all its buttons to see if they worked. I again was delighted when the motors that drive the spindles came to life, and rotated them noiselessly, and in the appropriate directions. I tucked the little VCR under my arm, and went to the video tape section where I found a Jane Fonda workout tape, (there are SO MANY of those at the thrift store,) and quickly tested the machine again with a tape in it to see if the motors could still turn when subjected to the normal load of a video tape. It seemed to work flawlessly, and so I paid the $4.99 asking price, and raced home. (After my wife completed her search, of course.)

I hooked up the little VCR to my computer, and gave it a tape to play, but all I saw on my computer screen was colorful, wiggly lines. I have seen these sorts of lines before being that I am an experienced VCR user, and quickly diagnosed the problem as dirty heads.

Having switched to the newfangled DVD technology some time ago I realized there wasn’t a VCR head cleaning device to be found anywhere in our house, so I quickly drove over to our local K-Mart and bought one for $12.75.

I followed the directions, and cleaned the heads of my new VCR not once, not twice, but three times, and then I gave it another shot at playing a tape. I inserted the tape again, and this time when I pushed “play”, it did just that.

Yesterday I found a tape that had a program on it that I recorded in 1992, and put it into my new little VCR. It dutifully recorded the program to my hard drive with nary a glitch. When it finished, I used a DVD editing program to edit, and organize a simple little DVD of the show, and then burned it to a disc.

Now I no longer need to worry about my old programs I recorded years ago being lost to the ages on the volatile medium we all know as VHS. Now I own a litte VCR discarded and left unwanted on a thrift store shelf and have given it a new life helping me preserve some of my favorite television memories.

Revenge of the Mouse

I wish more stories about animal abuse ended like this one…

The mouse may have died, but at least he made the old bastard pay for what he did.

Source

Thalia Sinks to a New Low

I never receive e-mail related to Athenamama save for the usual comment or trackback notifications. But last week when I failed to post an entry about any of the cats, (Thalia in particular,) well, the e-mail floodgates opened, and the vitriol flowed like water.

The truth is I just haven’t taken any decent pictures lately of Thalia, or even of the other cats for that matter. Combine that with the business of the holidays and you have one damn fine excuse for not posting. Unfortunately it wasn’t good enough.

In an effort to rectify this slothfulness, I grabbed the first pictures of Thalia I could find in the archives and tossed this hasty, yet adequate post together to satisfy the blogworld paparazzi. I hope you will now leave me alone…

Thalia looks as if she’s guarding her sink. For a moment I wondered if she were trying to figure out if the sink would be a good fit for her; possibly as a bed. Then it occurred to me she might have other plans for the sink. It is in the bathroom after all, yes?

Ultimately Thalia decided the sink was not to her liking. A relief to all of us I am sure.

However she is still fascinated by the bathtub.

And I promise, I will try to get new and improved pictures by next week.

More cats can be found at the Friday Ark at The Modulator, and the Carnival of the Cats this Sunday.

Walking in the Rain with the Ones I Love

Almost a full year ago I wrote this entry about a walk I had with Angel and Jacqueline that was briefly interrupted by a rain shower. We ended up taking refuge from the rain under the branches of a small tree. (By the way, it's actually one of my favorite posts, and I do hope you read it.)

Well, last Monday it happened again.

We had a violent little storm tear through our town on Monday, and for while it looked like Angel and Jacqueline wouldn't get to go on their walk. The rain fell hard, and the wind blew strong knocking every loose pine needle, pinecone, leaf and branch from the trees. It really made a mess of things outside.

As luck would have it the clouds cleared a bit and let the sun shine through later that afternoon. I decided I might as well take advantage of the break and at least take Jackie and Angel out so they could do what they needed to do. Once outside, the sky looked even better than I had anticipated, and so we ventured off on the old "long walk" path that runs along a stream, (we call it a barranca,) near our house. This is the walk we used to take before the new park opened, but since the park opened we haven’t gone the old way much. I thought it would be interesting to take the old route because I wanted to see how swollen the stream had become.

The old walk runs about a mile or so around a section of the barranca, and the tree I wrote about last year is at approximately the half way mark. As we approached the tree this time I thought about the events of last year because it was basically the same scenario; it had been raining earlier, the rain had stopped and looked like it would remained stopped, then all of a sudden, it got dark.

This time as we drew closer to the tree, however, it got really dark, and just as we passed it, all hell broke loose. The wind kicked up and howled through the trees, and a light sprinkling turned into a torrent in less than fifteen seconds. I quickly scooped up Jacqueline, and tugged on Angel's leash coaxing him to follow me a little faster. We made a dash for a grouping of Eucalyptus trees that offered minimal shelter from the rain, but it was at least something.

I put Jackie down and tried to clean off my glasses so that I could assess our situation. It didn't take long for me to see it was pretty bleak. It was very dark, and the rain was coming down hard, propelled by 30 mile an hour winds.

We eventually made it to the safety of our warm, dry home, but not before we ran from one inadequate shelter to the next in our quest to get home. While it was a grand adventure for us, Angel and I ended up fairly well watered down. I think that bothered me more than it did Angel, though. Jacqueline made the trip with in her papa’s arms, and therefore remained relatively dry and warm.

Once home, Angel and Jacqueline filled their bellies with premium dog food before they took a well-deserved nap. I changed into some dry clothes, and played HALO by candlelight.

Unfortunately I failed to bring along the camera and document our harrowing day in the rain, but I do have some photos taken along the path where it occurred. I present those now for your ocular entertainment…

The tree just right of center in this picture is the one we stood under the first time. This is just after that tree, and near the spot where we took cover from the nasty storm we encountered this last Monday. Angel scoping out the surroundings watching for those pesky squirrels we run into every now and again. Have I ever mentioned that Jacqueline LOVES a good dandelion? Imagine this shot with a lot of water on the ground, and with drops hitting puddles of that water. Then imagine Jacqueline warm and semi-dry in my arms. The resulting image should give you some idea the urgency with which Angel was finding his way home. (Albeit more motivated by his tummy than anything else.)

Tune in next week for the continuing adventures of Angel and Jacqueline, and be sure to check out the Carnival of the Dogs at Mickey's Musings, and the Friday Ark at The Modulator for more interesting animals.

Talk About a Time Waster

If my boss knew what I've been doing all day, he'd be pissed.